and raked his teeth over
the delicate flesh. His incisors ran down the sensitive nerves hidden there
with skillful precision. It was a testament to his control that he didn’t break
the skin under his fangs.Drew hung
over her and the tip ofhis male member
brushed over the sparse hair covering her mons.
Sabine shivered with dread and anticipation. Her nipples tightened at the
thought of him taking her.
However, he went no further, to her chagrin and relief.
“Say the words, Sabine, or I’ll take you here and now. I’ll claim you and
put my mate’s mark on you without your consent.”
Who did he think he was? Riled, she bucked under him, but he proved to be
too heavy.
A snarling hiss from Ishbel pulled Drew’s attention away from her.
“Don’t interfere or I’ll have to discipline you too. This is between me
and my future mate.” The barked order froze Ishbel in her tracks.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Sabine scowled up at him. “Why the sudden change of
heart? You hadn’t made up your mind last night?”
“The deal was sealed for me the moment I saw Bardo Redmaven. He’s not
taking another she-wolf under my protection. Your time has run out. If
necessary, I’ll put Balthazar out of his misery to cement my position.” The
stony declaration galvanized her into action. Sabine bucked and strained to get
her limbs free, but he didn’t budge.
Spent by her struggles, she glared at him. “You’re no better than they
are.” Her insult earned her a smile, one without a glimmer of humor. It was a
threat, and his fangs descended, a sharp reminder of his dominance.
“I used to be a better man, but now, if need be, I can be just as brutal
as they are. I need you to help me find Aimee. They’ve had her for too long.
You can’t focus until your family is safe. I’m clearing the way to get what I
need.” The intransigence in his tone splintered her resolve to ignore his
demand.
The safety of her family was all that really mattered, and now that he’d
demanded her acquiescence, as a she-wolf, she was expected to cede to his
wishes. Sabine was more than willing to pay the price, but not before she had
his promise.
“I’ll say the words if you make a sacred vow that, if I give birth to a
were with the Silverwolf coloring and gifts, you’ll allow him to carry my birth
clan’s name.” Sabine stared at him, the thumping of her heart extraordinarily
loud to her ears.
Drew’s head reared back as if she’d slapped him.
“No.” The single word fell between them like an impregnable wall.
“No?” Sabine gaped up at him.
He nodded for emphasis. “No cub of mine will bear the name of another
pack. He’ll be a Lunedare. Say the words, Sabine.”
“Not until you agree to my demand. I promised my father, and I intend to
keep my word.” Desperation made her breathing come out in short, harsh pants.
She should have brought up the subject the night before, when he was more
amenable. His flinty expression had no give in it. “Can’t we discuss this?”
Surely he understood her position.
“There is nothing to discuss. We don’t give away our cubs like puppies.
You have to make a decision. Save the family you have now or you won’t have any
in the future. Now say the damn words.” His hands tightened on her wrists.
Her chest heaving with temper, Sabine blinked back tears of frustration.
She turned her head away from him to break the mesmeric hold his gaze had on
her. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts. He’d never agree to her
wishes. She should have known.
Very well, she’d give him what he wanted, then take what she needed to
rebuild her pack. She supposed she could find another wolf to father her child,
but on aprimal level the were in her
demanded his bloodlines for her offspring.
The fraught silence lengthened between then, and the awareness that she
was open to him hit her. The fine hairs ofhis
body caressed the skin on her torso, pelvis and legs. The cool blades of grass
against her
the delicate flesh. His incisors ran down the sensitive nerves hidden there
with skillful precision. It was a testament to his control that he didn’t break
the skin under his fangs.Drew hung
over her and the tip ofhis male member
brushed over the sparse hair covering her mons.
Sabine shivered with dread and anticipation. Her nipples tightened at the
thought of him taking her.
However, he went no further, to her chagrin and relief.
“Say the words, Sabine, or I’ll take you here and now. I’ll claim you and
put my mate’s mark on you without your consent.”
Who did he think he was? Riled, she bucked under him, but he proved to be
too heavy.
A snarling hiss from Ishbel pulled Drew’s attention away from her.
“Don’t interfere or I’ll have to discipline you too. This is between me
and my future mate.” The barked order froze Ishbel in her tracks.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Sabine scowled up at him. “Why the sudden change of
heart? You hadn’t made up your mind last night?”
“The deal was sealed for me the moment I saw Bardo Redmaven. He’s not
taking another she-wolf under my protection. Your time has run out. If
necessary, I’ll put Balthazar out of his misery to cement my position.” The
stony declaration galvanized her into action. Sabine bucked and strained to get
her limbs free, but he didn’t budge.
Spent by her struggles, she glared at him. “You’re no better than they
are.” Her insult earned her a smile, one without a glimmer of humor. It was a
threat, and his fangs descended, a sharp reminder of his dominance.
“I used to be a better man, but now, if need be, I can be just as brutal
as they are. I need you to help me find Aimee. They’ve had her for too long.
You can’t focus until your family is safe. I’m clearing the way to get what I
need.” The intransigence in his tone splintered her resolve to ignore his
demand.
The safety of her family was all that really mattered, and now that he’d
demanded her acquiescence, as a she-wolf, she was expected to cede to his
wishes. Sabine was more than willing to pay the price, but not before she had
his promise.
“I’ll say the words if you make a sacred vow that, if I give birth to a
were with the Silverwolf coloring and gifts, you’ll allow him to carry my birth
clan’s name.” Sabine stared at him, the thumping of her heart extraordinarily
loud to her ears.
Drew’s head reared back as if she’d slapped him.
“No.” The single word fell between them like an impregnable wall.
“No?” Sabine gaped up at him.
He nodded for emphasis. “No cub of mine will bear the name of another
pack. He’ll be a Lunedare. Say the words, Sabine.”
“Not until you agree to my demand. I promised my father, and I intend to
keep my word.” Desperation made her breathing come out in short, harsh pants.
She should have brought up the subject the night before, when he was more
amenable. His flinty expression had no give in it. “Can’t we discuss this?”
Surely he understood her position.
“There is nothing to discuss. We don’t give away our cubs like puppies.
You have to make a decision. Save the family you have now or you won’t have any
in the future. Now say the damn words.” His hands tightened on her wrists.
Her chest heaving with temper, Sabine blinked back tears of frustration.
She turned her head away from him to break the mesmeric hold his gaze had on
her. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts. He’d never agree to her
wishes. She should have known.
Very well, she’d give him what he wanted, then take what she needed to
rebuild her pack. She supposed she could find another wolf to father her child,
but on aprimal level the were in her
demanded his bloodlines for her offspring.
The fraught silence lengthened between then, and the awareness that she
was open to him hit her. The fine hairs ofhis
body caressed the skin on her torso, pelvis and legs. The cool blades of grass
against her
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